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Among

The falling leaves

The dying of a season

Upon moonlit paths

I walk

(I walk)

Upon

The snow clad hills

The lakes and creeks have frozen

Above the frozen ground

I gaze

(I gaze)

The cold embrace

Of natures majesty

My frostbitten hands shiver

The hope for the sun

Is slowly withering

Nature chooses what she delivers

Winters Majesty

Upon us

Beware

Or die